I would assume it was because I was chosen for some epic quest, but I would have no idea what that quest is, of course. I would pack my bags-clothes, books, gun,snacks,gasmask,flak vest,etc-and say my goodbyes, extending my middle finger proudly to anyone who ever made fun of my furriness,convince my mate to come, and start walking in a random direction until I find a worthy cuase to dedicate my new found abilities to. soon, I would see humanity from the perspective of an outsider-all the horrors commited daily. I would eventually descend into madness, organize a milita made of people like me, who have transformed into their fursona, and exterminate the human race. then, and only then, will we rise from the ashes, enslave whats left of humanity, and build a furry metropolis! it will be glorious, I say! GLORIOUS!! DEATH TO THE HUMAN PARASITES!
*doctor standing in corner*
"forgot his meds again. d*mmit.